𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

5

Later on, Class K were having a lesson when Rosie Gulliver, the teacher Alfie is in love with, knocked on the door. "Joe, I am going to need you to go ahead and hide in the cupboard. The whole class looking confused, Joe looking the most confused, of course. "Okay." He said, walking to the back of the class where he then hid in the cupboard.

Alfie mouthed one minute to Rosie, who was waiting at the door. He then opened the door. "Hey, sorry, just busy with-" He was cut off with Miss Gulliver speaking. "Sorry, Alfie i was just thinking um.. about Joe's mum, um.." She looked up to see that the black /coloured kids and the white kids were separated by sitting on two rows of tables across from each other.

"Alfie; why are the kids sat like that?" She asked. "Oh, we're learning about south africa." He explained as if it wasn't weird for the kids to be sat like that. "Right. Um.. I was thinking, i could really use Joe's mum in the campaign." "Really? Is that a good idea?" Alfie asked, clearly not wanting Joe's mum to be in whatever campaign was happening.

"It's a personal story, give the appeal resonance. Shock people into action!" "Yeah, But-"
"So can i just have a quick word with Joe?" She looked around the room.

"No. You can't, cause he was ill, so he went to the doctor. Let's hope he hasn't got it as well." Alfie sighed. "Oh, Well, if you see him, just tell me, won't you?"

"Will do!" Alfie rushes, trying to close the door as quick as possible.

"Can i come out now?" The voice of Joe speaks from the cupboard. Rosie looks back to the class and pushes open the door slightly. "What was that?" She asked curiously. "What was what sorry?" Alfie looked around the room as if he had no clue what was going on.

"That voice from the cupboard." Alfie looked at the cupboard, and made some random thing up. "Nelson Mandela. Yeahs Robben Island. Sorry, Many! 1989, one more year! Crack on, you've got a book to write." Rosie gave a weird look to Alfie before leaving the class.

"See you later." Alfie said in some weird voice. When the door was closed, Alfie sighed. Amelia gave a look to him, as if to say "what the fuck?"

"Miss Gulliver is so bufting!" Rem Dogg Spoke.

"Yeah she is hot, man, like proper spice!" Mitchell agreed. For some reason, that made Amelia upset. I mean, it's not logical to find a teacher attractive, let alone Rosie Gulliver, who's just annoying in the eyes of Amelia. Before she could stop herself, "No she's not" slipped past her lips in a mumble. Luckily, the "No she's ain't!" from Chantelle wad loud enough to cover up what Amelia had said.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Chantelle. Shakespeare." Jing looked up from her book, "It's actually from the bible, idiot." She said in Chinese.

"Shakespeare, Jing, he was an English writer who wrote Romeo and Juliet and The Kings Speech." Alfie then walked to the cupboard, and opened it. He found an anxious Joe using his inhaler.

"Hey!" Alfie crouched down to Joe. "So, you know the way i'm your favourite teacher in the whole whole world? Well, i need a little favour from my favourite pupil!"

"Hey!" An annoyed Amelia called out from behind him. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "One of my favourite pupils."

"You are always asking me to do you favours."
"No, i'm not. Give me one." Alfie said.
"Yesterday, at break, when you made me go up to Conor Wilson and tell him you were Bansky."

"Look, all i jer you to do this time, very simple, is to pretend that your mum has a potentially fatal, degenerative disease so that Miss Gulliver goes on a date with me and subsequently, at some point in the future, hopefully becomes my girlfriend."

Joe smiled. "Okay."